"Sure. Sounds great. I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes." Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the back of the resturant. Small talk ensues. "You said you knew why I took your class," I said, by way of transition to the real reason we were here, "What did you mean by that?"
"You're trying to prove something to yourself. Recover your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that."
"I've lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?" "I know who you are. My sister took a college course from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to you, though you couldn't place me. I know a little bit about what's been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance."